Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Friday, September 19, 2008
I WONDER WHY
My friend Rhonda emailed me this cartoon. I hope my hens don't see it! LOL
Did you ever see the cartoon showing two chickens sitting in beach chairs by the ocean?
They have on berets and sunglasses and are smoking cigarettes and drinking martinis and the caption says." They made us free range chickens so we flew the coop and never looked back."
LOL......I'd call it "A peek into the future."
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteDid you ever see the cartoon showing two chickens sitting in beach chairs by the ocean?
They have on berets and sunglasses and are smoking cigarettes and drinking martinis and the caption says." They made us free range chickens so we flew the coop and never looked back."
YOu know what can happen with too much information......strike!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect for you! LOL
ReplyDeleteI love it!!